Hi all,
This is my second story now, first one didnt go down too badly, so I'm back with another!
Enjoy!
Fitting In
Isn't it curious how the quiet ones are almost always the most interesting? The guys noticed this hidden gem sitting by herself in the far corner of the club, seemingly trying to make a single glass of strange blue vodka last the whole night. Their seductive glances of interest did not go unnoticed by her, as she returned them as often as she she could before blushing into her lap. The guys knew that she may prove to be an irresistanble temptation, so kept her interested whilst conversing with the six others around their table - all of them being female. Laura looked over again towards their direction from her lonely corner. She had come to the club alone, half hoping to meet someone, but also to break away from the stresses of work and let her hair down a little. However, shyness had always gotten the better of her, and tonight was no exception. Laura was convinced of receiving looks from the guys at the table in the opposite corner, but was certgainly not going to approach them, especially as the four other girls could have been girlfriends.
She clasped to the long neck of her alcoholic lover and gazed through the warped glass at the guys making them seem no more than two steps away.
" Excuse me, Hi!"
Laura almost choked, for one of the two WAS actually only two steps away! Not only that, but he was talking to her.
"Hi, I'm Mike, couldn't help but notice that you were on your own, and wondered if you wanted to join us? We're going to play a few games in the private room out back."
How could she refuse him? He wasn't the tallest man she had ever seen, but boasted chiselled features and a boyish grin that melted her resistance.
"Um, okay, thanks, I'm Laura" she replied, holding out her hand to be shook.
Instead of meeting his hand, she clasped onto a large jug of clear liquid.
"You haven't had much to drink tonight, have you? Drink this quickly, its only water"
Laura sipped slowly. It was only water. Mike ensured that she drank the whole thing before taking her over to his table.
"Guys, this is Laura. She's going to be joining us tonight for some fun"
"Hi Laura, I'm Tiff. Take a card from me luv, and just keep hold of it, okay, Mike'll tell you about it later."
Laura smiled, and accepted the card. She sat down next to Mike. Noticing six other tankards similar to hers dotted around the table, she allayed all concern over what she'd just drunk, and sat looking interestingly at the new faces as they chatted with each other.
They seemed like a fairly normal crowd, out for a night of fun, the only oddity picked up was that they were all sitting barefoot, shoes collected in front of the table in the middle.
"Everyone's got a card, Laura, when everyone's card is placed on the table, we will go next door. I'll tell you when to put yours in."
Mike handed her a fresh jug of water, which she started to quickly devour.
"Hey, make yourself comfortable, stick your shoes in the middle with ours" he instructed her.
She obeyed, and undone the straps that reached up to above her ankles, before removing the hardened leather stillettos from around her feet. She rubbed the top of her feet and moved down to caress her toes gently whilst doing so, unknowingly attracting attention from all of those around her.
They chatted together for a little longer, one card being thrown in after another. She was getting on really well with Mike, as they discussed their jobs and interests, mildly flirting with each other in the process. After a short while, all cards had been thrown in except hers.
"I'm just going to visit the bathroom, back in a minute" Laura announced to Mike.
"Hey, that means its time to throw in your card, go on..." she did, to complete the round.
Tiffany stood up from her seat and directed everyone to the private room just a few steps from the seats they were currently at.
Laura took a breath and held in the need to pee before walking through the door into a lowly-lit comfortable lounge-style room. She was amazed at how quiet it was compared to the buoyancy of the club next door, and how homely.
"Right, we've got all your cards, and picked one at random." says Tiffany to the small group. "...and guess what, the new girl Laura gets to be the star of the night!"
Laura's instant nervousness was minimised by the claps and hugs from the group.
"Okay Laura, you wont know how this works, so I'll talk you through it. Firstly, you're going to have to remove your clothes."
Laura smiled disbelievingly, until Tiffany removed her shirt to reveal a bulging pair of firm breasts being held back by a delicate black lace bra. Laura's smile evaporated as the others did the same. She couldn't help but glance across to Mike, who stood in just his underpants.
She timidly loosened her skirt as it dropped to the floor, and unbuttoned her blouse. it slid from her shoulders and lay all her belongings in a clump by some chairs. Suddenly realising she still needed the toilet, she crossed her lgs and tried to throw the thought into the back of he mind.
The group now became more forward, and directed her to a padded table behind her. They laid her down, and admired her briefly, in light blue matching lingerie, like neon against her smooth skin. She was a small girl, but had a nicely toned midriff and was not unlucky in the bust area.
"Laura, you now have to trust us 100%, we are not going to hurt you in any way, just follow my instructions and you'll enjoy yourself."
Laura nodded, but said nothing. She closed her eyes and concentrated her thoughts on her pinching belly - making sure that she did not pee herself in front of her new friends - especially Mike, whom she was growing increasingly fond of.
The group stood around her and each dipped their hands in a large round pot, containing some kid of oil. Their hands slid across her body, leaving no ounce of flesh untouched. She flinched occasionally as contact was made with some of her more sensitive areas, and wriggled as fingers thread themselved between her toes and down her soles.
"Hey, I'm a little ticklish, and I still need to pee once you've finished with me - so please be careful" Laura said, prompting light sniggers from the group.
This oil massage left her body slippery and wet, but she liked it, it was relaxing her, even though she had to put up with the occasional ticklishness.
Her arms and legs were slowly being stretched out into the spreadeage position, and she felt them being gently secured to the table. She didn't panic, she was relaxed and happy, although becoming more aware of the feeling of needing to pee, tensing her stomach muscles to contract the sensations.
"Right Laura, we're about to begin." said Tiffany.
"We've been making sure that you have had plenty to drink tonight ready for your challenge. If you pass this, then you'll be our friends forever, and maybe more to Mike - who knows? You have to last the next twenty minutes without having to pee."
Before she had the chance to reply, a her stomach contracted violently as something made contact with her bellybutton.
"Ahhhhh hhaha hahaha, what are you doing? Uh Ha haa aaaaha" she yelled, "I'll pee myself, please!"
"Twenty minutes from NOW!"
Five of the group sat down around the table, and one girl, who want introduced to her moved forwards.
"D'you think you can manage it Laura?" the girl said, tauntingly.
"What are you doing this for? I'm really going to pee if you keep doing that!" she replied.
Perching at her feet, the girl massaged her left foot slowly, making tickling movements, in between.
"Ah, let me go!" Laura squeeled, desperately holding her stomach in and clenching her thighs together. He feet twitched and her toes wiggled, her brain attempting to contain all the senstations at once.
The foot tickling continued, and a second group member stepped forwards. It was the other guy, and he was holding 8 long multi-coloured feathers. He fought to get between Laura's toes, but to no avail, she pressed them together and held them hard.
"Need some persuasion Laura?" the guy said, as he spider tickled across her belly, being careful not to press in - which would surely force her to pee regardless. He belly sucked in and out, responding to contact from each and evey finger, her expression told the story well. At this point, she lost the control over her toes, and to her horror, she felt the most ticklish instruments being inserted between each and twitched gently, causing huge laughter.
"Ohhh, ahhhhh my gooooood ahhhhhhuhuhuhhahhahaha ha ah ahhh a ha stoaaaoop, pleeasseee aaahh it tickles too musH!!
The intensity eased, but the feathers remained, and held.
One by one, members of the group worked different parts of her body, using fingers and feathers to delicately stimulate the skin and evoke a powerful reaction from Laura.
After 15 minutes, she was getting desperate. She soooo badly needed to pee, but was not going to embarrass herself in that way. She had to hold on, and endure the tickling, but her defenses were waning, and more places of explosive ticklishness wre being discovered by the second. Her brain was unable to handle all the messages it was receiving, and could block them out no more. The tickling became worse, and evolved into pure torture.
She bucked and wriggled, squirmed and strugged, her restraints doing their jobs. Ticklish fingers slid over her oil-covered gold mine of sensitivity, and feathers lightly scraped over burning nerve endings. Dipping in and out of her bellybutton, up the quivering lenghths of her thighs, the smooth stretches of her arches, whatever the instrument, it caused devastation to Laura's sanity.
Tiffany counted down the final minutes, second by second, the intensity rising, Laura's bladder shaking, her body bucking, head shaking from side to side, breathig deeply.
"30, 29..." as fingers wrigged across the width of Laura's belly, causing it to dance and gyrate without stopping - Laura was helpless, her body was reacting with automationm her mind was concentrating only on her bladder, and that made the ticklish sensations quadruple in effectiveness.
"20, 19" ten fingers and ten feathers glided across both of Laura's pink feet, still with feathers hanging between her toes. They flexed back and forth on each and every movement.
"10, 9" the tickling stopped. Laura caught her breath, and opened her eyes for the first time since the tickling began. She looked up and around, to see the blurred bodies of four girls and two guys encricling the table. The rose her head in horror to realise that 8 feathers were positioned between her toes, each being held ready to pull. She wiggled her toes, trying to dislodge them, but found they only tickled further. She moven her vision upwards to see fingernails perched just above each knee, ready to launch up her thighs. A finger on each hip bone ready to dance across her pantyline, a feather hanging above her bellybutton, three fingers pressed gently against selected ribs, and four more on her shoulder ready to race down her bare underarms.
She could not plead or beg any harder, but fell on deaf ears.
"Whatever you want, I'll give it to you, pleeeeaaaaaasee dont do this to me, I am begging all of you, surely I've suffered enough, haven't I? Pleasseeee!!!"
One the count of "1", the feathers were pulled, the fingers moved, and Laura screamed in ticklish agony. He belly quivered and gave way, she lost all control and pee'd herself, to the cheer of the group as they stepped backwards.
----
Laura stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her hair. She was greeted by a kiss on her cheek from Mike, who stood in front of her, smiling.
"It was always going to be you Laura, we planned every move of this from the beginning." Mike said to her.
"But why me?" she replied.
"Next week it'll be someone else, this is what we do! We move from town to town and pick out the quiet and bashful ones. I hope you enjoyed it!"
To a hug and goodbye from the whole group, Mike left her his number. Maybe she'll call him?
In the next few months, she will be sure to, she cannot get the experience out of her mind, or the sexual arousal she now feels just thinking about tickling.
Soon, the group will have its seventh member.
THE END
Let me know what u think!
This is my second story now, first one didnt go down too badly, so I'm back with another!
Enjoy!
Fitting In
Isn't it curious how the quiet ones are almost always the most interesting? The guys noticed this hidden gem sitting by herself in the far corner of the club, seemingly trying to make a single glass of strange blue vodka last the whole night. Their seductive glances of interest did not go unnoticed by her, as she returned them as often as she she could before blushing into her lap. The guys knew that she may prove to be an irresistanble temptation, so kept her interested whilst conversing with the six others around their table - all of them being female. Laura looked over again towards their direction from her lonely corner. She had come to the club alone, half hoping to meet someone, but also to break away from the stresses of work and let her hair down a little. However, shyness had always gotten the better of her, and tonight was no exception. Laura was convinced of receiving looks from the guys at the table in the opposite corner, but was certgainly not going to approach them, especially as the four other girls could have been girlfriends.
She clasped to the long neck of her alcoholic lover and gazed through the warped glass at the guys making them seem no more than two steps away.
" Excuse me, Hi!"
Laura almost choked, for one of the two WAS actually only two steps away! Not only that, but he was talking to her.
"Hi, I'm Mike, couldn't help but notice that you were on your own, and wondered if you wanted to join us? We're going to play a few games in the private room out back."
How could she refuse him? He wasn't the tallest man she had ever seen, but boasted chiselled features and a boyish grin that melted her resistance.
"Um, okay, thanks, I'm Laura" she replied, holding out her hand to be shook.
Instead of meeting his hand, she clasped onto a large jug of clear liquid.
"You haven't had much to drink tonight, have you? Drink this quickly, its only water"
Laura sipped slowly. It was only water. Mike ensured that she drank the whole thing before taking her over to his table.
"Guys, this is Laura. She's going to be joining us tonight for some fun"
"Hi Laura, I'm Tiff. Take a card from me luv, and just keep hold of it, okay, Mike'll tell you about it later."
Laura smiled, and accepted the card. She sat down next to Mike. Noticing six other tankards similar to hers dotted around the table, she allayed all concern over what she'd just drunk, and sat looking interestingly at the new faces as they chatted with each other.
They seemed like a fairly normal crowd, out for a night of fun, the only oddity picked up was that they were all sitting barefoot, shoes collected in front of the table in the middle.
"Everyone's got a card, Laura, when everyone's card is placed on the table, we will go next door. I'll tell you when to put yours in."
Mike handed her a fresh jug of water, which she started to quickly devour.
"Hey, make yourself comfortable, stick your shoes in the middle with ours" he instructed her.
She obeyed, and undone the straps that reached up to above her ankles, before removing the hardened leather stillettos from around her feet. She rubbed the top of her feet and moved down to caress her toes gently whilst doing so, unknowingly attracting attention from all of those around her.
They chatted together for a little longer, one card being thrown in after another. She was getting on really well with Mike, as they discussed their jobs and interests, mildly flirting with each other in the process. After a short while, all cards had been thrown in except hers.
"I'm just going to visit the bathroom, back in a minute" Laura announced to Mike.
"Hey, that means its time to throw in your card, go on..." she did, to complete the round.
Tiffany stood up from her seat and directed everyone to the private room just a few steps from the seats they were currently at.
Laura took a breath and held in the need to pee before walking through the door into a lowly-lit comfortable lounge-style room. She was amazed at how quiet it was compared to the buoyancy of the club next door, and how homely.
"Right, we've got all your cards, and picked one at random." says Tiffany to the small group. "...and guess what, the new girl Laura gets to be the star of the night!"
Laura's instant nervousness was minimised by the claps and hugs from the group.
"Okay Laura, you wont know how this works, so I'll talk you through it. Firstly, you're going to have to remove your clothes."
Laura smiled disbelievingly, until Tiffany removed her shirt to reveal a bulging pair of firm breasts being held back by a delicate black lace bra. Laura's smile evaporated as the others did the same. She couldn't help but glance across to Mike, who stood in just his underpants.
She timidly loosened her skirt as it dropped to the floor, and unbuttoned her blouse. it slid from her shoulders and lay all her belongings in a clump by some chairs. Suddenly realising she still needed the toilet, she crossed her lgs and tried to throw the thought into the back of he mind.
The group now became more forward, and directed her to a padded table behind her. They laid her down, and admired her briefly, in light blue matching lingerie, like neon against her smooth skin. She was a small girl, but had a nicely toned midriff and was not unlucky in the bust area.
"Laura, you now have to trust us 100%, we are not going to hurt you in any way, just follow my instructions and you'll enjoy yourself."
Laura nodded, but said nothing. She closed her eyes and concentrated her thoughts on her pinching belly - making sure that she did not pee herself in front of her new friends - especially Mike, whom she was growing increasingly fond of.
The group stood around her and each dipped their hands in a large round pot, containing some kid of oil. Their hands slid across her body, leaving no ounce of flesh untouched. She flinched occasionally as contact was made with some of her more sensitive areas, and wriggled as fingers thread themselved between her toes and down her soles.
"Hey, I'm a little ticklish, and I still need to pee once you've finished with me - so please be careful" Laura said, prompting light sniggers from the group.
This oil massage left her body slippery and wet, but she liked it, it was relaxing her, even though she had to put up with the occasional ticklishness.
Her arms and legs were slowly being stretched out into the spreadeage position, and she felt them being gently secured to the table. She didn't panic, she was relaxed and happy, although becoming more aware of the feeling of needing to pee, tensing her stomach muscles to contract the sensations.
"Right Laura, we're about to begin." said Tiffany.
"We've been making sure that you have had plenty to drink tonight ready for your challenge. If you pass this, then you'll be our friends forever, and maybe more to Mike - who knows? You have to last the next twenty minutes without having to pee."
Before she had the chance to reply, a her stomach contracted violently as something made contact with her bellybutton.
"Ahhhhh hhaha hahaha, what are you doing? Uh Ha haa aaaaha" she yelled, "I'll pee myself, please!"
"Twenty minutes from NOW!"
Five of the group sat down around the table, and one girl, who want introduced to her moved forwards.
"D'you think you can manage it Laura?" the girl said, tauntingly.
"What are you doing this for? I'm really going to pee if you keep doing that!" she replied.
Perching at her feet, the girl massaged her left foot slowly, making tickling movements, in between.
"Ah, let me go!" Laura squeeled, desperately holding her stomach in and clenching her thighs together. He feet twitched and her toes wiggled, her brain attempting to contain all the senstations at once.
The foot tickling continued, and a second group member stepped forwards. It was the other guy, and he was holding 8 long multi-coloured feathers. He fought to get between Laura's toes, but to no avail, she pressed them together and held them hard.
"Need some persuasion Laura?" the guy said, as he spider tickled across her belly, being careful not to press in - which would surely force her to pee regardless. He belly sucked in and out, responding to contact from each and evey finger, her expression told the story well. At this point, she lost the control over her toes, and to her horror, she felt the most ticklish instruments being inserted between each and twitched gently, causing huge laughter.
"Ohhh, ahhhhh my gooooood ahhhhhhuhuhuhhahhahaha ha ah ahhh a ha stoaaaoop, pleeasseee aaahh it tickles too musH!!
The intensity eased, but the feathers remained, and held.
One by one, members of the group worked different parts of her body, using fingers and feathers to delicately stimulate the skin and evoke a powerful reaction from Laura.
After 15 minutes, she was getting desperate. She soooo badly needed to pee, but was not going to embarrass herself in that way. She had to hold on, and endure the tickling, but her defenses were waning, and more places of explosive ticklishness wre being discovered by the second. Her brain was unable to handle all the messages it was receiving, and could block them out no more. The tickling became worse, and evolved into pure torture.
She bucked and wriggled, squirmed and strugged, her restraints doing their jobs. Ticklish fingers slid over her oil-covered gold mine of sensitivity, and feathers lightly scraped over burning nerve endings. Dipping in and out of her bellybutton, up the quivering lenghths of her thighs, the smooth stretches of her arches, whatever the instrument, it caused devastation to Laura's sanity.
Tiffany counted down the final minutes, second by second, the intensity rising, Laura's bladder shaking, her body bucking, head shaking from side to side, breathig deeply.
"30, 29..." as fingers wrigged across the width of Laura's belly, causing it to dance and gyrate without stopping - Laura was helpless, her body was reacting with automationm her mind was concentrating only on her bladder, and that made the ticklish sensations quadruple in effectiveness.
"20, 19" ten fingers and ten feathers glided across both of Laura's pink feet, still with feathers hanging between her toes. They flexed back and forth on each and every movement.
"10, 9" the tickling stopped. Laura caught her breath, and opened her eyes for the first time since the tickling began. She looked up and around, to see the blurred bodies of four girls and two guys encricling the table. The rose her head in horror to realise that 8 feathers were positioned between her toes, each being held ready to pull. She wiggled her toes, trying to dislodge them, but found they only tickled further. She moven her vision upwards to see fingernails perched just above each knee, ready to launch up her thighs. A finger on each hip bone ready to dance across her pantyline, a feather hanging above her bellybutton, three fingers pressed gently against selected ribs, and four more on her shoulder ready to race down her bare underarms.
She could not plead or beg any harder, but fell on deaf ears.
"Whatever you want, I'll give it to you, pleeeeaaaaaasee dont do this to me, I am begging all of you, surely I've suffered enough, haven't I? Pleasseeee!!!"
One the count of "1", the feathers were pulled, the fingers moved, and Laura screamed in ticklish agony. He belly quivered and gave way, she lost all control and pee'd herself, to the cheer of the group as they stepped backwards.
----
Laura stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her hair. She was greeted by a kiss on her cheek from Mike, who stood in front of her, smiling.
"It was always going to be you Laura, we planned every move of this from the beginning." Mike said to her.
"But why me?" she replied.
"Next week it'll be someone else, this is what we do! We move from town to town and pick out the quiet and bashful ones. I hope you enjoyed it!"
To a hug and goodbye from the whole group, Mike left her his number. Maybe she'll call him?
In the next few months, she will be sure to, she cannot get the experience out of her mind, or the sexual arousal she now feels just thinking about tickling.
Soon, the group will have its seventh member.
THE END
Let me know what u think!
